Cold and Shivered



So this is how I am greeted by the November rain tonight.
Cold.
Harsh.
Lonesome.
I drive home under the pouring rain.
Trembling.
Shivered.
Suffered.
Crying and screaming behind my helmet.
Shattered.
Scattered.
Breaking.
With nothing holds me tight but the November rain.


M.F

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